Qingmei can flirt with Han, but Gao Leng Zhuma can't stand it

Chapter 52 Your Son?
Song Yichen looked good and frowned, he would not have come if he had known this would be the result.

"Oh, don't look at it, hurry up, hurry up, you scared my son."

Mummy Song pushed those out, just in time to pull Song Yichen in.

"Your son is so old."

"It's just that he's quite handsome."

"That's beautiful and looks so good, how bad can my son be?"

Song Yichen asked about the smell of sweat and smoke on their bodies, frowning in disgust, leaving Song Meili aside and leaving.

"Don't go." Mummy Song shouted eagerly behind him.

After all, blood is thicker than water. When Song Yichen heard her expectant and cautious voice, it was as if something heavy was hanging on his feet, and he couldn't move.

"Beautiful, let's go."

"Well, let's go, let's go."

Mummy Song was so impatient to let these people go away, she fixed her eyes on Song Yichen.

After those people left, Song Yichen turned around and entered Mummy Song's house without saying a word.

Mummy Song was so happy that she didn't know what to say, and rubbed her hands together awkwardly. This was the first time her son took the initiative to find her.

"Ahem." Song Yichen coughed choked by the smell of smoke left behind.

Mummy Song hurriedly opened the window, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mummy didn't expect you to come."

Mummy Song opened all the windows before starting to tidy up her messy room.

He took all the things on the sofa to the bedroom.

"You sit."

"Take off the bag." Mummy Song wanted to step forward to help him take off the bag, but she took it back after reaching halfway.

She knew her son hated her touching him.

Song Yichen unloaded the bag, put it on the sofa, and sat down by himself.

Take a look at this room.

To be honest, it is a world of difference compared to the Song family, but it is said to be a poor kiln area.

"Didn't the Song family give you a lot of money?"

Song Yichen didn't know about this at first, but he only found out when he heard the conversation between Mrs. Song and Papa Song that day.

Mummy Song smiled awkwardly, "Yes."

"why?"

"Hey, Mummy thinks that the money has other uses, so I put it away." Song Mummy rubbed the corner of her clothes nervously.

Song Yichen looked at the woman in front of him, she seemed much more pleasing to the eye without the heavy makeup she used to have.

She is also dressed like an ordinary housewife, and she seems to be a little older than I imagined.

In the past, Song Yichen thought that she always wore short skirts, dressed very sexy and trendy, and her face was always covered with a thick layer of powder.

"Don't stand still, I look tired."

"Oh, sit down then." Mummy Song carefully sat on a sofa far away from Song Yichen.

He lowered his head and looked up at him from time to time. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they were all so tall now.

Since he lived in Song's house, they haven't met each other in such a way.

The pocket money given to him is also handed over to the teacher, and then the teacher is handing it over to him.

Mummy Song knew that he didn't want to see her, so she waited until Friday to watch from afar at the school gate.

Sometimes you can see it, sometimes you can't.

It was so far away that I couldn't see what it looked like.

Song Yichen was extremely uncomfortable being watched by her.

"Look at it if you want, don't act like a thief." Song Yichen said impatiently.

Embarrassed by what she said, Mummy Song stood up, "Are you hungry? Let me make you something to eat."

"You can do it?"

"I've lived for so long, so I can do something."

(End of this chapter)